Hushed Willows Would I run off the world someday?

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They followed the Faerie Queen into the cave, a place that she had only been to once or twice in her life — even the council of Elysium knew the hallowed ground to be sacred, and took measures to protect its sanctity. It was reserved for only the more profound of experiences, and a faerie initiation seemed appropriately fitting. 

The pool glowed a soft, pale blue and gave off the impression of warmth. Lumiya led the small group of wayward souls into the water — which was indeed warm, Eleuthera was delighted to find. They were to bathe themselves, which Eleuthera was happy to do. She proverbially shed her clothes and left them on her towel on the beach, following the others into the illuminated, earthly bathtub.

Kincaid was eager, yet clearly seeking her guidance. Though Eleuthera had no idea what she was doing either, she slid through the water as if she were a snake upon it and offered her humble bathing assistance. “Come here, you dirty cowboy," Eleuthera whispered to him once she was close enough, and began to preen the back of his neck. It simply couldn’t be helped. Can’t take her anywhere, this one :/